The lost hunter: A tale of early timesAdams, John Turvill
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The lost hunter: A tale of early times
Adams, John Turvill
Adventure stories; Indians of North America -- Fiction; New England -- Fiction
Faith found her father in the house on her return. She communicated to
him what she had heard, and asked his opinion. He knew, he said, that
while there were some--probably the majority--who, regarding Holden's
conduct as only an impropriety, would be disposed to overlook it;
there were others who would desire to have him punished, in order
to prevent a repetition of such scenes. "Such," said he, "are the
feelings of the world, but they are not mine. So far from deserving
censure, Holden is entitled to all honor and praise, for he spoke from
the inspiration of conviction. Nor, whatever may be the attempts to
injure him, will they succeed. As St. Paul shook the deadly viper from
his hand, so will this man rid himself of his enemies. There are more
with him than against him, and the shining ones are the stronger."
The confidence of her father harmonized so well with the hopes of
Faith, that it was easy to participate in it, nor in the excitement
which she felt, did his language seem other than proper for the
occasion.
CHAPTER XV.
See winter comes to rule the varied year,
Sullen and sad with all his rising train
Vapors and clouds and storms.
THOMSON'S SEASONS.
The charming poet depicted truthfully, doubtless, as well as
poetically, the English winter, but such is not the character of the
season in New England. Clouds and storms, indeed, herald his advent
and attend his march; capricious too his humor; but he is neither
"sullen" nor "sad." No brighter skies than his, whether the sun
with rays of mitigated warmth but of intenser light, sparkles o'er
boundless fields of snow, or whether the moon, a faded sun, leading
her festal train of stars, listens to the merry sleigh-bells and the
laugh of girls and boys, ever glorified a land. What though sometimes
his trumpet sounds tremendous and frowns o'erspread his face!
Transient is his anger, and even then from his white beard he shakes
a blessing, to protect with fleecy covering the little seeds in hope
entrusted to the earth, and to contribute to the mirth and sports of
man.
A few days have passed since the occurrences last detailed. The
weather had gradually become colder; the ground was as hard as a
stone; there had been a heavy fall of snow, and the streets were
musical with bells. The snow had fallen before the intense cold
commenced, so that the glassy surface of the ice that bridged the
rivers and lakes was undimmed, and presented unusual attractions to
the skaters.
It was on the afternoon of a fine day that the smooth Severn, hardened
into diamond, was covered, just where the Yaupaae and the Wootuppocut
unite, to give it form and an independent being, with a gay throng
of the people of the village of both sexes. They were mostly young
persons, consisting principally of boys from school (for it was
Saturday afternoon) with their sisters. Besides these were some young
men and women, with here and there one more advanced in years.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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